The Ghost Shrink, the Accidental Gigolo & the Poltergeist Accountant by Vivi Andrews Read Free Book Online Page B

linking him to Lucy. He liked the link; it was like a psychic manifestation of their love.
    It was unfortunate that she had been drawn to the warehouse by her sense of duty. Eliot would have preferred that she let the PI die—death was really not nearly as terrifying as he had expected it to be. If he’d known this was what death was like, he wouldn’t have been so afraid of it while he was still alive.
    Eliot drifted up above the crates, wondering how his life would have been different if he hadn’t been afraid. Afraid of women. Afraid of risk. Afraid of Big Joe. Afraid of life .
    He wasn’t afraid anymore. His death would be different. He had Lucy. It was amazing how different the world looked when there was a sweet blonde smiling at him at the end of the day.
    Lucy hadn’t been smiling on the way to the warehouse. Words had been coming out of her pretty mouth that would have made a sailor flinch, and most of them had been directed at Eliot. He hadn’t expected her to react so strongly to the PI’s life being threatened. Women were a mystery.
    Eliot glanced down at the love of his death and saw her bent in close conversation with the vile PI.
    The PI was exactly the sort of man Eliot detested—tall, confident, probably disgustingly good at sports and anything else that society defined as manly . Eliot had never fallen into the manly category, no matter how broadly it was defined, and he had never cared for the members of his sex who did.
    The PI was bad news. Unfortunately, Lucy didn’t seem to see that. She was inexplicably drawn in by the PI’s brawny, obvious charm.
    Her infatuation would pass. Eliot wasn’t concerned about that. The shimmering tether between them was proof of their entwined destinies, mortal and ghost.
    Eliot drifted a bit farther and poked his head out from behind a crate, drawing a barrage of fire before he ducked back. The bullets couldn’t harm him, but he hadn’t yet grown accustomed to his invincibility.
    Eliot stuck his head out again and felt another, darker tug yanking him away from Lucy. Both links drew at him, the effervescent purity of Lucy and the strange, murky force of a thick, oily rope, coiling around him. For a moment he was suspended between the two. Then the link to Lucy snapped. Without her, he was jerked forward so suddenly he knocked over a crate, but his momentum didn’t stop there. He flew forward unchecked, directly into the gunfire. Dozens of bullets passed through him, but as he continued to fly forward, unaffected by them, the sound of guns firing slowly tapered off, replaced by the uneasy muttering of superstitious men.
    Eliot’s movement halted suddenly.
    He stood in a small, clear area directly below Big Joe’s office. Around him, Big Joe’s men stared at him with a mixture of shock and horror. For the first time in the company of these big, gun-toting mafiosos, he wasn’t afraid.
    Then he looked up and saw Big Joe Morrissey.

Chapter Eight: Vengeance is a Dish Best Served in a Blender
    Lucy’s brain had a tendency to short circuit in stressful situations. That was the only explanation for what she did when she realized Eliot was about to do his Godzilla poltergeist act on a bigger stage.
    Lucy jumped up from behind the crate and sprinted toward the eye of the storm.
    “Shit! Lucy!”
    She ignored Jake’s harried shout behind her and kept running. Crates shattered and the fragments—along with all of the stolen merchandise inside—began whipping around the warehouse like debris from an indoor tornado. As Lucy dodged Eliot-shrapnel, she had a sudden sympathy for the food inside a blender.
    Hardened criminals ran screaming past her in the opposite direction, but Lucy didn’t hesitate. She bent her head and plowed through the storm, stumbling once as the floor dropped out from under her feet unexpectedly, only to roll up again with the next wave of Eliot’s anger.
    Lucy pushed her way through the cyclone, bent double against the force of the wind and